As Carla rounded the corner she immediately saw the row of half a dozen or so urinals facing her, and then adjacent to those were two toilet cubicles. She was relieved that the toilet was empty and all she could hear was the intermittent sound of water flushing through the urinals. She thought to herself how easy it was for men to pee as all they had to do was stand there, unzip themselves and whip out their bits.

She hurriedly made straight for the first cubicle. The door was partially open, and it creaked a little as she pushed against it.

As soon as she entered she immediately noticed there was quite a lot of graffiti scrawled on the inside of the door and around the cubicle walls. She also noticed some holes in the partition walls on either side as well, but in her desperation to pee she didn't pay too much attention to any of that and she quickly closed the door behind her and slid the lock across.

She lifted up her short skirt and pulled her thong down before quickly sitting herself down on the toilet seat. She realised that in her urgency she’d accidentally pulled her thong right over her knees, and she could feel it fall down her legs and around her ankles almost onto the floor, but she decided that she wasn’t going to worry about that right now. 

The sense of relief was amazing as soon as she started to pee! 

She actually let out a little moan of pleasure and she had her eyes closed as she felt her full bladder gradually empty. As she finally felt her stream of pee start to subside, she opened her eyes. She glanced around the cubicle, looking more closely at the walls and she could now read the graffiti on the inside of the door. Some of it was incredibly graphic and her gaze was immediately drawn to a few of the words which she silently read out.

“Suck this big fucking cock."

“Phone this number to get your arse fucked."

“Two cocks up my arse right here."

“Phone this number if you want hard cock."

She noticed there were several female names scrawled in the graffiti and she wondered whether other girls had also had to use the toilet in here as well. She carried on scanning the writing on the walls and the back of the door,

“Abbie sucks cocks."

“Abbie got filled with cum right here."

She noticed how the graffiti messages about Abbie had very recent dates written next to them as she carried on reading.

“Gemma spreads her piss flaps."

“Spunk on Gemma’s big tits."

“Gemma loves two in her cunt."

Carla continued looking around the walls, picking out more female names as she did. 

“Fuck Debbie’s holes."

“Debbie is a cum drinking slut."

Carla couldn’t help but picture these other girls in here and what they might have got up to, and she wondered whether people had actually had sex right here in this cubicle. She’d heard about what gay men sometimes got up to in public toilets but would girls do that in here as well, she wondered.

Carla’s mind started racing a little as images of erect penises started to enter her head. Having seen so many dick pics and after having had so much sex with different guys recently it was no surprise that she started thinking about cocks. For the last few weeks she knew she’d been thinking about sex pretty much twenty-four/seven, and she started to feel quite horny about where she was and what she was doing, and what these girls might have got up to right where she was now sat.

Just below the writing about the girl called Debbie, Carla noticed the words “Put mouth here”, next to which an arrow had been drawn that pointed directly at the hole in the cubicle wall. This hole was below her eye level as she sat, but as Carla glanced at the similar hole on the opposite side of the cubicle, she knew they’d been deliberately made big enough to fit a cock through.

She was staring right at a glory hole.

She gasped to herself as she couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting in a gent's public toilet with a glory hole either side of her, her short skirt bunched high up around her waist, and her knickers down on the floor around her ankles. 

Just then she felt the familiar buzz of her phone in her bra. A new message had arrived.

She reached into her bra to take her phone out before looking at the screen. The text message was from the guy who’d been asking her whether she was into watersports. She'd really started taking a liking to this guy and she grinned to herself as she clicked on the message with her thumb to open it and instantly saw a picture of him, completely naked and clearly in a state of very high arousal.

“You horny by any chance?” she messaged back after looking at his picture. 

A few seconds later her phone buzzed again as his reply popped up. “This big cock of mine needs to get aquainted with your pussy."

Carla felt herself squirm a little as she read his message and she looked at the close-up image of his big, thick, veiny cock. She could see his silver piercing at its tip. She knew she was starting to like this guy and visions of being fucked hard by him immediately entered her mind.

However, instead of replying straightaway she lifted her skirt a little higher and pointed the camera on her phone down at her pussy, which she always kept very neatly trimmed with just a tiny strip of pubic hair running up from just above her clit.

She took a photo of her pussy before reaching down with her left hand to spread her pussy lips wide open with her fingers either side of her clit and took another photo. She had a quick look at both photos of herself. She decided that the second one looked really slutty, with her pussy lips spread out so wide and her clit clearly visible. She smiled to herself as she attached and sent both photos to him along with the words, “This pussy?”

As she waited for his response, she couldn’t help but run her fingers down between her legs and around her clit as she looked at the picture of his cock again. As well as being so thick and veiny, his balls looked so full and heavy too, and she started imagining how it would feel to suck on them and to have them pressed up against her face with that cock of his in her mouth.

Her phone buzzed again, breaking her out of her lustful thoughts. She opened the message. 

“Fuck me that’s hot! Are you pissing in there as well?” he wrote. 

She grinned as he’d clearly noticed that she was sat on the toilet, but little did he know that she was sat in a men's public toilet!

“Just finished. I nearly wet myself.” She typed back before pressing send.

His reply was almost immediate.

“Think we need to meet and you can piss on me."

Carla felt herself squirm again at the thought of squatting over this guy. She’d never done anything like that before but she felt so horny to try it with him, and she knew that she just really wanted to feel that big, pierced cock of his inside her.

She ran her fingers around her clit again and she could feel her pussy starting to get wet, before she quickly typed her reply.

“You seriously want me to do that?” she replied.

“Yeah. Your pussy looks so hot. I need you to squat over me."

Her phone buzzed again a few seconds later with another message from him.

“And then you can sink yourself down on this cock."

Carla started imagining that thick, veiny cock of his filling her pussy, stretching her out wide, and how she’d hold her pussy lips apart with her fingers, squatting over him before letting go and peeing all over his naked body.

However, before she could reply she was immediately distracted by some shuffling noises coming from outside the cubicle, which she sensed were coming from the direction of the toilet entrance.

Quietly, she leaned forward towards the hole in the cubicle wall on her right-hand side until her eye was level with it, and then she carefully peered through.

Carla sat there, completely stunned as she saw the figures of three men making their way into the toilets. 

To be continued...